"Holy crap it's cold!" You tell yourself as you walk up the street to your house. It's winter in northern Minnesota and it is as cold as ever. The roads are very icy and you see the occasional car overshoot the stop signs that are on your street. You see your house and start walking faster, getting out the door key. Walking over to your mailbox, you notice things are really quiet. Maybe too quiet. You decide to think nothing of it and look back to your mail. Bill, bill, school, My Little Pony newsletter. You smile to yourself at your letter as you take off your coat at the front closet. You set the rest of the mail on the kitchen table and head into the basement where you spend most of your time.
You sit down into your computer chair and take out a letter opener. After reading the My Little Pony newsletter you turn on your computer and begin to play Minecraft. You are a bit of a computer geek and a faithful brony. You have been a brony since about halfway through season one and have converted one other person. His name is Scott. You two talk alot about My Little Pony and geek out on the computer. You decide not to play Minecraft and switch to reading some My Little Pony fanfics. Your phone goes off just as you begin to get into the story. It's Scott. He is asking you to go onto Skype.
"Sure! Why not." You text him, opening up the application and calling him.
"Hey John! Whats up?" He asks.
"Reading a fanfic, what about you?"
"Nothing much. What story? Would I like it?"
"My Little Dashie, you've read it."
"I know that. I could never forget because that was the hardest I've cried in years!" He tells you. "It would be really cool if that actually happened." You two have been talking about becoming part of stories you've read. Its something that keeps you occupied when things get boring. Which happens on a daily basis. In turn you two talk about this stuff alot. A long silence overcomes the both of you as you get back to your reading.
"Well John, I've got to go to bed now. Goodnight!" He tells you, breaking the silence.
"Wait, what?" You look up at your clock and realize you have been reading for several hours straight. Finishing three stories in the process "Goodnight Scott. See you tomorrow at school." You tell him. You yawn, hard, and decide to go to bed too.
The next day goes by with nothing of interest. Except on your way home. You just feel as if something has happened. Something big. Maybe even something bad. This feeling puts you on edge for the rest of the day. Even after raiding the fridge when you get home doesn't make you feel better. About an hour later you parents get home and take over the upstairs. That doesn't really bother you. You decide to calm down by reading more My Little Pony fanfics. That seems to do the trick and soon it gets late. You decide to finish reading the story instead of going to bed. You don't know how long you have been reading, but its been a good long time. You look up at your clock. 2:56. You yawn and roll into bed, not even putting on pajamas.
About an hour later you wake up extremely cold. Even with a blanket on, it's freezing. You feel a draft coming in your room from your door. You stand up and wrap a blanket around you. You amble out of the room and head for the source of the cold draft. "An open window?" You ask yourself. You follow the draft to the other end to your basement and begin searching for a light. You run your hands over your desk, hoping to find your pointer light. You soon find it and switch it on. You shine it around the basement. The light soon falls on the small window that's level with the ground outside. The window is broken and you begin to think of the worst.
"Did somebody break in? Are my parents okay? Was something stolen?"
As you begin to look around the room for anything out of place, you notice a red spot on the white plushy carpet. "Blood?" You look at it for a moment and begin looking around for more. After searching the room top to bottom for anymore blood, you give up and check the rest of the house. Nothing out of place, parents sound asleep. You tape some plastic over the broken window and walk back to your bedroom. As you walk into your bedroom, you notice another red spot just inside your doorway. Your eyes grow wide in fear. You flip on your light and begin a thorough inspection of your room. "What were they doing in my room?!" You ask yourself as you look in your closet for any signs of the intruder. After checking every nook and cranny in your room, you relax and decide to go back to sleep. You inhale and exhale deeply as you begin to fall asleep. You feel your bed rock and and fling your eyes open.
You peer up into the darkness of your room and you hold your breath. Just for a second. In that second you hear a small intake or air. Your body goes rigid. You dare not move. But you have to. You slowly sit up and, as fast as you can flip on the light. You grab the book on your dresser and swing wildly. You squint your eyes to try to see the room. In your haste, you've blinded yourself. You can barely see something on the end of your bed. Your vision clears and you find yourself looking at the most cutest thing you have ever seen. A baby Rainbow Dash. "Impossible!" You tell yourself. But, as clear as day, the small cyan filly is on the end of your bed. Looking dazed from the bright light. She looks up at you and whimpers. You drop your book in awe, startling the small filly. In the blink of an eye she hops off the bed and crawls under it. That was the only place in your room you didn't check because it's far too small for just about anything to fit.
On the spot where Rainbow Dash was laying, is a large red stain. You quickly realize that SHE was the one bleeding. You crouch to the floor to see her. She is staring at you, wide eyed. She has a cut on her leg that doesn't look too bad. "Come here Dashie. Please? I won't hurt you, I promise." You tell her in a soothing tone. She begins to relax and she crawls out from under your bed. She cautiously limps up to you. You bend down to pick her up only to find that she has hidden under the bed again in fear. "It's okay. I just want to take a look at your cut." She understands and limps out from under the bed. This time she walks right up to you. You grab your blanket and wrap her in it. As you lift her up, you can feel her relax a bit. You set her on the bed and quickly sneak upstairs to get some gauze and some healing ointment. When you walk back in your room, your heart melts. She has curled up on a ball in your pillow and snores gently. You carefully take her leg and wrap it. It doesn't look too bad. It should heal soon. You lay down next to her, letting her have the pillow and re-wrapping her with your blanket. As you settle down next to her, you think to yourself. "Best night ever!"
This is chapter is second person, "You" being Scott
"ZZZZZZZ"
"ZZZZZZZ"
*RING RING RING*
"ZZZZ-wah...."
*RING RING RING
*You gaze up from your pillow to your phone on the bedside table and pick up your phone. "ARGH! Who in the heck is calling me at this time?! Hello?"
"Scott, you cannot believe what just happened!" You hear John say in an excited tone.
"YOU won’t believe what WILL happen to you, if you don't have a good excuse for calling me at..... Five AM on a Saturday!"
"Dude, get your plot over here now!! You have to see this for yourself to believe me!"
"Fine.... This better be a good reason or ELSE!" You and John have become good enough friends that you will go over to his house if asked. Not usually this early though. You don't even bother dressing; you just slip on some boots and a coat over your plain red pajamas, and walk out the door. Your mom's house is about ten blocks from his house. It's still pitch black out, other than the street lights. You shiver on the morning cold, what was the forecast for this morning? 10? 0? Well whatever it is, it is freezing you to the bone. There is no traffic on the way over to John's house, so is makes for easy walking.
After about ten minutes of walking, you begin to come upon John's house. As you begin to walk up John's front steps, you hear a shuffle inside and his door whips open. "Shhhh! My parents are sleeping and I need you to be quiet." With a nod you quietly tip-toe into his house and sneak down to his bedroom. With a heavy sigh of relief, you sit down at the foot of his bed and take off your jacket. Remembering that his parents are usually light sleepers, you leave his bedroom light off. You hear him sneak down the stairs shortly after you. You see John's silhouette as he enters the room and grabs something off his bedside table. You hear the flick of a switch and his room is dully illuminated. He turned on his pen-light.
"So what did you want now?" You say in an irritated voice.
"You have no idea what happened last night!" John rambles excitedly. You take a quick glance around his room and spy a red spot on his bed. You decide to ask him about it later and figure out what he wants now.
"What happened last night?" You say, eyeballing him suspiciously.
"Dashie happened!" You don't quite understand his enthusiasm, much less what he said.
"What do you mean, Dashie happened?" With that, he walked behind you to the far side of his bed and bends over to pick something up. To you, it looks like a small puppy in the dim light. Then he shines the light on the thing in his hands. Your jaw falls agape. "Is that... Am I going insane?" He sets Dashie down onto his bed. She lies down and eyeballs you curiously.
"It's all real. I'm not too sure what to think myself. Just that she is here now, and that we have to keep her safe." John gazes down at Dashie with a protective look in his eyes.
"So, to keep her safe, we probably have to hide her. What do you suggest?" You ask whilst taking in every last detail of the small cyan filly.
"Well, we may have to take her out to your dads’ house. He has the open space to raise her properly. How far does he live out of town?" There is a pleading look in John's eyes as he talks to you. He knows very well that we couldn't raise Dashie in a city. It would be torture to keep her indoors for her entire life. And there is also the threat of his parents. They don't know that he is a brony. It would give them BOTH heart attacks if they woke up to find Dashie being raised by John.
"It is about twenty miles. But, my dad is in the same boat as your parents. We couldn't possibly bring Dashie there without being noticed. He knows about me being a brony, but would disapprove of Dashie."
"Well it's our best chance to keep her hidden from all of our parents. You have enough space to keep her." John tells you doubtfully.
"I have an idea!" You call out. "Some neighbors about half a mile from my dads are just moving out. Maybe we could move there?"
"But we don't have any money. How would we be able to live there?" Suddenly, you hear some thumping from upstairs. "Oh god, my parents are waking up. Quick! Hide in my closet!'
You carefully, pick Dashie up and move into John's closet and close the door.